Anchovy
the Landlord's Daughter
People always say that home is where the heart is. So where is your "true" home?
For instance, I currently live in a tiny town in the mountains of Virginia, and my parents live 3 hours down the road in Richmond. But my HOME is definitely in New Orleans LA. Ok, more specifically, my *heart* is living on the Tulane campus, but I'm in love with New Orleans. I visit every time I get a chance and it's always different. I miss it so much sometimes!
I miss the heat that slicks your skin with sweat, no matter how still you sit...and you can never sit still for very long. I miss food that's actually spicy enough for me to love it (there is not enough hot sauce in the state of Virginia to make my caf's food palatable) I miss the clattering street cars (I love riding the St. Charles line, just to look at the houses). I miss the mix of old and new, I miss the jazz, I miss the French Quarter like crazy, I miss cafe au lait and beignets on Sunday mornings, I miss the drunken amble back over cracked sidewalks from TJ Q's, I miss the iron, I miss rushing through crowds on Bourbon Street at 3 am, Jim's hand clutching mine because I won't slow down long enough for him to really catch up and he doesn't want to lose me, and boy oh boy do I miss the heat. I even miss the rain.
Wow, that one was long....
For instance, I currently live in a tiny town in the mountains of Virginia, and my parents live 3 hours down the road in Richmond. But my HOME is definitely in New Orleans LA. Ok, more specifically, my *heart* is living on the Tulane campus, but I'm in love with New Orleans. I visit every time I get a chance and it's always different. I miss it so much sometimes!
I miss the heat that slicks your skin with sweat, no matter how still you sit...and you can never sit still for very long. I miss food that's actually spicy enough for me to love it (there is not enough hot sauce in the state of Virginia to make my caf's food palatable) I miss the clattering street cars (I love riding the St. Charles line, just to look at the houses). I miss the mix of old and new, I miss the jazz, I miss the French Quarter like crazy, I miss cafe au lait and beignets on Sunday mornings, I miss the drunken amble back over cracked sidewalks from TJ Q's, I miss the iron, I miss rushing through crowds on Bourbon Street at 3 am, Jim's hand clutching mine because I won't slow down long enough for him to really catch up and he doesn't want to lose me, and boy oh boy do I miss the heat. I even miss the rain.
Wow, that one was long....
K
killerdwarf
You sure are singing my song now! Don't forget the Spanish moss and the beads in the trees along St.Charles!
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OneEyedXander
New Orleans is beautiful but Iv been to the kentucky/Virginia mountins are some of the best country iv ever driven through